Unfortunately, I don't have a picture of it, but in 1970, I lived in Amsterdam and was driving to Paris. This was before the European equivalent of our Interstate highways, and the roads in Belgium were not always very well marked. At one point, I was on a two-lane highway through the countryside and came to a T intersection where I had to go either left or right. Across the intersection, there was a sign that read:

<---- LILLE
RIJSSEL ---->

The dilemma was that Lille is the French name and Rijssel the Dutch name for the same city!

I don't remember which I chose, but it turned out to be the wrong one.

This photo was taken of a streetlight I was trying to make whole again, but
it captures a few signs that are either special to me or humorous ....

The Western Pacific ran through Feather River Canyon. My old man hunted quail up there as a kid
in the 40's, and it was about his favorite place on earth. He'd take the train up from Oakland and
get off at some whistle stop and go hunting for a few days. I found a period photo of one of the log
shelters he described at an auction, and later turned up this sign. Not much made my old man happy,
but mention the name Feather River Canyon and the surly old bastard would get tears in his eyes.

The neon sign came off a pizza joint, next to a gas station we used to stop at while out hunting. I
was only 4-5-6 years old, tagging along with my Dad and his hunting buddies. I was fascinated by this
sign for some reason. MANY year later I was back in the area and went to see if it was still there. It
was, but no one was around. For the next 30 years I went back every time I was in the area and could
never find anyone around to ask about it. It was never lit up and just kinda hid up under the eaves,
out of sight. About 3 years ago I was passing through and saw a guy inside, mopping the floors. I tapped
on the glass and he came to the locked door. When I inquired about the sign, he seemed disbelieving
that anyone would want such a thing. He said that State law had changed, regarding his selling alcohol
to go, so he just unplugged it, and there it sat. He gave the sign to me for nothing, but I insisted he take
payment. He about shat himself when he saw how much I handed him. I cleaned up his exterior wiring
for safety and appearance. He just could not believe anyone would do all this for an abandoned sign. I
got it home, sorted out a few dirt and wiring issues, redid the blackout paint, and it looks just like you
see it here. Just like it did, glowing in the dark across a parking lot, when I was just a kid.

The last one is just ironic. At least, out of context, it is. Whitman County put these up all over, where
one left a main road, turning on to an unmarked farm road, where there would be no traffic signs from
that point forward. But out of context, a traffic sign stating "no traffic signs" ???

Many years ago, I had a friend whose family lived in Concord MA. There was a street there whose name I thought was brilliant. I could just imagine a meeting of the town fathers to name streets and roads.
"What are we going to call that old road to nine acre corner?"
"Hey, I have an idea!"

Years ago we were in Kansas City MO. looking for a particular street address. I didn't have a camera with me, but when we started looking at the street signs, we found Sixth, Fifth, Fourth and Thirth. I kid you not. Dave

R.V., you reminded me of this one we saw on a trip to South Pass City Wy. a few years ago. The pictures were of local office holders up through the governor, national congressmen and the presidensity. If you can't read the photo easily, it says: "Do these asses make my truck look big ?"